Chapter 1581 Great War Demon War

"Won't let me live?"

"Old bastard, then you must have this ability!"

A cold voice sounded.

"Soul Extinguishing Sword Art!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted angrily, and directly used the soul-destroying sword formula.

Following Mo Wentian's soul-destroying sword art being used again, the sword elemental power mixed with the soul-destroying power moved towards the demon war.

"Boy, you are fine!"

"Since you are so eager to die, then this deity will fulfill you!"

Seeing Mo Wentian slaying towards him again, the killing intent in Mo Zhan's eyes instantly surged.

"Phantom Demon Palm!"

With a stern shout, You Mo Zhang made another move and greeted Mo Wentian.

The You Mo Palm displayed by Mo Zhan at this moment is not a bit stronger than before.

If it is said that Mo Zhan's original palm was 30% of his strength, then this palm at this moment has reached 60%, or even 70%.

"The power of this palm is really terrifying. Can the Lord of Heaven still block it?"

"I believe Boss, there must be no problem!"

"This magic battle is no ordinary strongman, can the boss really win?"

"A strong Tianzun is a strong Tianzun. Even if his body has been destroyed for a million years, his strength is still so strong!"

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Watching the Demon War in the Void make another move, Xiao Jiao and the others immediately made a commotion.

Their eyes stared blankly at the void without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing a wonderful moment.

"Soul Extinguishing Sword Art!"

"Destroy you old bastard!"

"go!"

And at this moment, Mo Wentian's cold and stern voice resounded in the void.

At this moment, Mo Wentian was holding the Heaven Devouring Divine Sword, slashing directly at the phantom of Demon War.

"Boy!"

"Kill me, you are still a little tender!"

Not to be outdone, Mo Zhan greeted him directly with a palm.

"boom……"

The next moment, a violent collision came.

Mo Wentian's body flew upside down.

"puff……"

Mo Wentian's mouth was even more bloody.

"Worthy of being a consummated powerhouse of Tianzun!"

"Even if the physical body is gone, this strength is still so terrifying!"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's eyes showed an impressive look.

The strength of the magic battle in front of him has obviously exceeded Mo Wentian's expectations.

Originally, Mo Wentian thought that even if he couldn't kill Mo Zhan with his Soul Slayer Sword Art, it could at least hurt him.

But I didn't expect that there was nothing wrong with Mo Zhan.

"wrong!"

"The breath of this old bastard is falling!"

But at this moment, when Mo Wentian glanced at Mo Zhan's phantom, he found that the aura on Mo Zhan's body was rapidly decreasing.

It seemed that he was seriously injured.

At this moment, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a bright light suddenly rose.

Mo Zhan was injured, and the aura on his body dropped. For Mo Wentian, this could not have been a better thing.

Mo Zhan was injured, which meant that it would be easier for him to kill Mo Zhan!

Thinking like this, a trace of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and a touch of confidence rose in his heart.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Even if this kid has comprehended the soul-destroying sword art, with his cultivation base, he can't hurt me, but now I have suffered internal injuries, this..."

But at the moment of Demon War, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Especially when he felt the aura on his body drop rapidly, that bad premonition surged up again in his heart.

"Old bastard, if you get hurt, you get hurt!"

"There's no need to hold on, it's not a shame to be hurt by this emperor!"

Mo Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at the phantom opposite, and said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was injured, but he has the Heaven Devouring Art, and it only takes a little time to recover.

But the Demon Zhan in front of him has just come out of the seal of the Demon Soul, and his body is gone. Now that the Demon Zhan is injured again, it will not be easy for the Demon Zhan to recover.

"It's not a shame to be hurt by you?"

"Boy, you..."

"uh-huh……"

It's fine if Mo Wentian didn't say those words, but when Mo Wentian said those words, Mo Zhan felt his heart churn up instantly.

In the next moment, before he could finish his words, he could only feel a salty and sweet taste rushing up instantly, and even traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Old bastard, listen to this emperor and spit out a mouthful of aggrieved blood. Doesn't it feel much better?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing the blood overflowing from the corner of Mo Zhan's mouth, Mo Wentian laughed wildly.

That appearance, in Mo Zhan's eyes, is as ironic as it needs to be.

"Boy, don't get complacent too early!"

"That's right, I was indeed hurt by you, but you just hurt me a little while I wasn't paying attention!"

"Today, you must die!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's maniacal laugh, Mo Zhan's eyes were filled with terrifying and boundless killing intent.

A killing air spread from his whole body.

"It will only be you who will die!"

Hearing Mo Zhan's words, Mo Wentian's expression instantly turned extremely cold.

Looking at Mo Zhan, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised.

"Soul Extinguishing Sword Art!"

"Come again!"

In the next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, and directly performed the soul-destroying sword formula again.

"Tear..."

But this time, Mo Wentian struck out with a sword, and where the Heaven Devouring Sword passed, an extremely eye-catching crack appeared in the void.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger in the void, and the endless void turbulence rolled out of the void.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Looking at this scene, Mo Zhan's eyes were full of disdain.

Even though he was injured by Mo Wentian just now, in his opinion, it was just his carelessness. As for Mo Wentian beheading him, in his opinion, it was simply impossible.

Especially when thinking of Mo Wentian's cultivation, Mo Zhan's eyes were full of contempt.

Immediately, he cast the Youmo Palm again, and greeted Mo Wentian.

"Old miscellaneous, good time!"

"Shooting with one palm after another, the emperor wants to see how you can shoot after chopping off your dog's paw!"

Seeing Mo Zhan's palm coming towards him again, Mo Wentian's eyes shrank suddenly, and he said coldly.

In the void, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, speeded up, and slashed towards Mo Zhan's palm.

"Boy, do you want to chop off my palm?"

"Overreach!"

But watching Mo Wentian slash towards his palm with a sword, the corner of Mo Zhan's mouth raised an evil smile.

He is the Demon Lord of the Youmo Clan, an existence above ten thousand people, and among his Youmo Clan, the one who cultivates is the Youmo Palm.

And this Youmo palm needs to be cultivated, not just for ordinary warriors. The disciples of their Youmo tribe, in addition to strengthening their physique, this palm needs to be cultivated to be able to regenerate.

As for Mo Zhan, as the patriarch of the Youmo Clan, he is very familiar with the regenerated palm.

Therefore, when Mo Wentian slashed towards his palm with his sword, he didn't have the slightest fear, he just seemed to be watching a good show by a clown.